“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.”
John Muir
Andy had Mayberry.
John Boy had Walton’s Mountain.
Anne Shirley had Green Gables.
Me?
I’ve got Russ-Stick Acres.
Such peace, such contentment.
That feeling isn’t often replicated.
However, a trip to mingle among the Amish, feels like Home.
It was nice traveling a couple hours south, to Gladwin County, seeing the snow slowly give way to green grass.
To farm country.
My kinda country.
Seeing the clothes flapping under the porch overhangs reminds me of my clothesline at home.
Still in a sea of snow.
Sittin’ in the Rubbermaid. Useful.
Sassy cart horses. Followed by a snappy dog.
Patient.
Speaking of patient.
I finally got my much desired Dutch Oven.
Bought it from the Amish store.
For those of you who don’t know, Rustic Russ and I have little space for such things as ovens, stoves and refrigerators.
My current oven ~ is what I call my “Barbie” oven. It resembles a child’s Easy Bake Oven.
Microwave? Nope.
Dishwasher? Surely you jest.
Stove? No. I have a dual burner that sits on our wood countertop.
Fridge? Nada.
Freezers? Bingo! Yep ~ 5.
Anywho…back to my story.
I finally got my Dutch Oven. (Click here.)
Actually, I will be using it over coals. And, you place coals on top for complete, even cooking.
This Dutch Oven, is a Lodge DO. Joseph Lodge founded his cookware company in 1896. (Click here.)
To get started, I’m using a nifty online source, provided by the Dutch Oven Dude. (Click here.) Check out the recipes!
Black Forest Cobbler.
Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.
Home.
There’s no place quite like it…except among the Amish.
Until tomorrow ~ with my new Dutch Oven ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
